(Mom's smooth and warm lower body)

Back then, I lived in a single dormitory, the kind where everyone has their own room. When my mother came, I had to let her sleep in my bed and sleep on the floor myself. For the first two days, nothing seemed amiss, but gradually I became attracted to her. My mother was in her early forties then, but she didn't look old and maintained a good figure. I hadn't been with a woman for over six months and was really craving one. Being with my mother day and night, the more I looked at her, the more beautiful she seemed, and the more aroused I became. My mother dressed very casually in front of me, and sometimes when she changed clothes to go out, she would just ask me to turn away, and she was very kind to me. This wouldn't normally be a problem, but because I had a guilty conscience, I always felt like my mother was seducing me. That night, she came at 10 pm. I went to bed. Soon after, my mother came into the room after showering. She was wearing a short-sleeved white floral nightgown, her freshly washed long hair casually draped over her shoulders, making her look charming and elegant, and her long, slender, white legs made my heart flutter. After entering the room, my mother sat on the edge of the bed, drying her hair, and comfortably placed her feet on my lap. In my daze, I felt like my mother was teasing me. After hesitating for a while, I tentatively reached out and took her foot in my hand. My mother didn't try to pull away, just kept drying her hair, letting me caress her soft feet. At that moment, I was even more convinced that my mother was teasing me. I couldn't contain my excitement and secretly kissed my mother's lovely bare feet. After drying her hair, my mother ignored me and went to sleep. I was greatly disappointed, wondering if I had just been imagining things. I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. Later, my mother got up and asked me why I couldn't sleep. I mumbled something I didn't even know. Then my mother said that since I couldn't sleep, let's talk. She lay down next to me and gently held my left hand on her cheek. I stared at my mother, feeling that her gaze was so gentle and alluring. I suddenly felt hopeful again and became excited once more. My mom and I first talked about her argument with my dad, and she complained about his faults. Then she steered the conversation towards me, which was almost exactly what I expected! Mom asked if I had a girlfriend, and I said no. Mom playfully imitated a line from a song, "You don't have a girlfriend? Of course I don't believe you." She then laughed happily. For some reason, I was convinced that Mom was indeed flirting with me, and I decided to confront her. After thinking for a moment, I had a plan. I first changed the subject to some trivial things from my childhood, and then talked to Mom about the neighbors in my old neighborhood. Finally, I mustered all my courage and asked Mom, trembling, "Do you remember 'the family under the grape trellis'? That family was really interesting." Mom looked at me in surprise. She understood everything from my expression. She stared at me for a while as if she didn't recognize me, then shook her head, seemingly angry but not really, and said softly, "It's late, go to sleep." She was about to get up. I realized I had been presumptuous, and I felt ashamed, guilty, and angry all at once. Without thinking, I pressed myself against Mom. I felt a little scared after I pressed myself against my mother, but I quickly realized she wasn't really angry. She was just both annoyed and amused by my recklessness—even though she was pretending to be angry. Her soft body and sweet scent fueled my desire, and I clung to her, begging her to let me have my way. At first, she was adamant about letting me go, but her tone softened under my persistent entreaties, and her eyes filled with tenderness. After a long period of hesitation, she finally whispered, "Just this once." She didn't let me undress her completely, and we didn't engage in any passionate caresses or kisses. After a quick foreplay, we each took off our pants. I was incredibly excited, but she seemed calm, lying there with her eyes closed, letting me do as I pleased… When I slowly inserted my penis into her warm, moist vagina, I felt like I was dreaming; I couldn't believe it was real. My head was spinning, filled with an indescribable excitement and nervousness. I thrust in and out recklessly, savoring every movement.The pleasure of the silk... I quickly reached my climax. After I ejaculated the last drop of semen, my penis quickly shrank back slightly and slipped out of my mother's vagina with the slightest movement. I sat up, feeling uneasy and a little lost. My mother seemed calmer. She got up, dressed, and went to the bathroom. When she returned, we didn't talk anymore and silently went to sleep. I lay there for a long time, unable to fall asleep. Sometimes I felt as sweet as if I had eaten honey, and other times I felt very sorry for my mother and felt guilty. The words of that aunt kept flashing through my mind: "You're so pretty, it's no wonder your son will climb into your bed when he grows up!" I couldn't help but smile bitterly. After a long time, I finally fell into a deep sleep. That night, I thought my mother hadn't slept well either. I went to work early the next morning. That day passed by like a dream. When I returned to my dorm that evening, I thought my mother had left, but to my surprise, she was still there! She was chatting happily with a colleague who shared a room with me, and had even warmly invited him to dinner. During dinner, my mother continued her lively conversation with that guy, but she didn't neglect me, occasionally speaking to me. My mother was wearing a white short-sleeved pajama top with blue floral patterns, her long hair casually tied back, exuding the charm of a mature woman. My colleague seemed attracted to my mother as well; I noticed him stealing glances at her long, white legs, which made me very unhappy. But thankfully he was there, otherwise, it would have been incredibly awkward for my mother and me to be alone together. However, during dinner, I gradually realized that my mother didn't seem to care much about what happened the night before. She invited that guy to dinner with us mainly for my sake—to prevent me from feeling awkward, and the way she looked at me had a tenderness I had never felt before. I breathed a sigh of relief, my guilt vanished, and a sweet joy, like that of first love, welled up inside me. After dinner, I did housework with my mother, something I rarely did. We didn't talk much, but the feeling was warm, like newlyweds. That night, we made love naturally. My mother still wouldn't let me help her undress, was reluctant to kiss me, and especially wouldn't let me kiss her private parts. But I still felt extremely satisfied. In the following days, my mother and I made love every day. My mother gradually opened up, and when I could passionately kiss every part of her body—including her private parts—we quickly became one. On the day my mother left, we were both reluctant to part, but we didn't say anything. Watching my mother calmly pack her things and leave, I felt like I had experienced another heartbreak. More than a month later, I took leave to visit my family and returned home. My parents were surprised that I went back then instead of during the Spring Festival, but they didn't ask too many questions. To my surprise, my mother treated me the same as before, whether there were other people around or not, as if nothing had ever happened between us. Later, I couldn't hold back anymore. One time, when it was just the two of us in the living room, I suddenly hugged my mother. My mother quickly pushed me away and left. After that, my mother would never spend time alone with me again. I felt very disappointed, but I still couldn't give up. That evening, Mom went to a colleague's wedding alone. I felt my chance had come. After dinner, I waited for her in a secluded spot on her way home. Around 7 pm, Mom returned on her bicycle. There was no one around, and despite her objections, I dragged her to a secluded corner by the roadside. Mom scolded me in a low voice, and I held her tightly, begging for her forgiveness. Later, Mom stopped scolding me, and her body softened. I hugged her and kissed her passionately. I was so excited that I even wanted to pull down Mom's pants and have sex with her right there on the roadside. Mom was terrified; she resisted fiercely and refused. Finally, I suggested going to a hotel. Mom still refused; she was afraid of a police check and even more afraid of running into someone she knew. No matter how I tried to persuade her, it was no use. We just sat there, waiting, but I was at my wit's end. I felt my whole body burning, a desire I'd never felt before surged within me. I even thought that if I couldn't make love to my mother that night, I'd be consumed by lust. I frantically tried to think of one solution after another, only to be dismayed to find none of them feasible. Just when I was about to despair, a sudden thought struck me: my mother's workplace. It was a small place, no one worked at night, no one was on duty, and there wasn't much foot traffic—it was a perfect spot. I excitedly told my mother, and at first she refused, but after my persistent pleading, she reluctantly agreed. My mother and I went back to her workplace and sneaked in, like thieves. My mother didn't turn on the lights, and we groped our way into her office. Because of the streetlights, the office was brighter than the hallway outside. There were two desks in the office, one for my mother and one for another woman. Once inside, my mother instinctively went back to her desk and sat down. Perhaps due to nervousness and awkwardness, she seemed somewhat lost. At that moment, I didn't care about anything else. I stripped off all my clothes, then lifted my mother onto the table and started undressing her. My mother hesitated, not wanting to take her clothes off, so I told her that if she didn't, the clothes would get very wrinkled. She thought about it and let me undress her. I quickly kissed my mother's entire body, even kissing her feet and putting her toes in my mouth to please her. My mother giggled and pulled away. At this point, she wasn't so nervous anymore and gestured for me to hurry up and enter her. I knew she was eager to leave, so I quickly kissed her lower body again. I leaned forward and slowly inserted my penis. I felt that my mother was very dry inside, and she moaned softly, so I stopped. Seeing this, my mother quickly said it was okay and told me to continue. I was already burning with desire and didn't care anymore, so I hugged my mother tightly and slowly started thrusting. After a while, my mother wasn't so dry inside, so I sped up my thrusting. But when I moved too much, the table started to rattle. My mother quickly told me to be gentler, but how could I control myself at that moment? Without thinking, I picked my mother up and put her on the ground, continuing to thrust wildly until she reached orgasm. Afterwards, I felt completely drained, utterly weak, yet also experiencing an unprecedented level of satisfaction. I lay there, not wanting to move. My mother, however, quickly got up and hurriedly cleaned herself and the floor. Seeing her like this, I had no choice but to get up and help her clean up before quickly leaving. I was extremely satisfied with this "rendezvous" with my mother, but I felt guilty and ashamed of what I had done to her. The next afternoon, I left home and went back. I didn't return home until the Spring Festival that year. During the Spring Festival, my father went out for two nights, and on those two nights, I secretly sneaked into my mother's room and made love to her. Both times, my mother was unwilling, afraid of being discovered by the family. Especially on the second night, she was initially very adamant, but after my persistent entreaties, she reluctantly gave in. I found those two nights somewhat uninteresting. Although I was also very aroused and reached orgasm, I couldn't find the feeling I had with my mother in the dormitory before. Not long after the Spring Festival, I met my current wife, and it was almost love at first sight. I put in a lot of effort to make her my girlfriend, and then my wife. After having her, my lust for my mother subsided, which was also related to the feelings I had for her during our last two nights together, and besides, it was a rare opportunity for me and my mother to be together. After I started dating my girlfriend, my mother and I returned to our previous mother-son relationship, as if nothing had ever happened. We never mentioned it when we were together. I once thought that nothing would ever happen between my mother and me again. My girlfriend and I were together for about two years before we started preparing for our wedding. I originally wanted to hold the wedding banquet back home, but my girlfriend's family wasn't too keen on it, and since I already had a house and my family didn't object, we held the banquet locally instead. About a week before my wedding, my parents came to help me prepare and moved into our new home with me. For some reason, my mother seemed especially beautiful those few days, and we spent a lot of time alone together, which made me a little tempted. But I didn't want to force my mother anymore, and with my father around, there really wasn't much of an opportunity, so I didn't dare to make any moves. The day before my wedding, everyone in the family came, including my grandfather. After dinner, my father took my grandfather back to his hotel. Only my mother and I were left in the new home. I knew this was a rare opportunity, but I was also worried that my father might not be back for a while, and besides, my mother might not agree. My mother and I sat in the living room watching TV. My mother seemed very interested in the programs, while I was captivated by my mother. She was wearing a short-sleeved white nightgown again, her dignified and beautiful face still showing no signs of age, exuding a charming mature woman's allure, especially her long, slender, white legs, which were still so alluring. My mother aroused me, but I hesitated...I dared to lean on my mother. While I hesitated, time passed quickly. By 9 o'clock, I was completely disappointed. I couldn't help but secretly hope that my father would come back soon so that I could be relieved. Around 9:30, my father suddenly called and said that he would be staying at the hotel with my grandfather tonight and wouldn't be coming back. I was overjoyed when I heard this. I don't know what I said to my father, but I was so grateful to him. Even now, I am still full of gratitude towards my father. When I hung up the phone, my mother looked at me with a curious look, and I told her that my father would be staying at the hotel with my grandfather tonight and wouldn't be coming back. Then I added, "Mom, it's just the two of us tonight." My mother immediately saw through what I was thinking, blushed, and turned her head away. At this moment, I didn't hesitate at all. I immediately stepped forward and hugged my mother. My mother tried to push me away and said somewhat embarrassedly, "You're getting married tomorrow. It's too unfair to your husband like this." "I didn't care about anything else, I just kept begging my mom to agree. Eventually, she couldn't resist my nagging and finally agreed. That night I wanted to spend it in the bridal chamber, but my mom absolutely refused, so we ended up spending it in the guest room. That night my mom was so gentle and cooperative—though not very proactive. When my penis entered her body again, listening to her soft moans, my pleasure was indescribable. We enjoyed our lovemaking passionately and unrestrainedly until we both reached orgasm, then we fell asleep in each other's arms."

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